Todos os capítulos de Harder, Daddy: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Chloe didn’t go to work the next day.She woke up late, made a big breakfast, and announced she was staying home to “actually hang out” since I’d been visiting for a while and we’d barely done anything together. I sat at the kitchen island in one of her old hoodies and nodded like that was fine.It wasn’t fine. My body still felt marked from the night before. Every time I shifted on the stool I remembered the couch. The way his cum had leaked out of me onto the cushion. The way he’d made me clean it with my tongue.Elias came downstairs in a plain black T-shirt and jeans. He poured coffee, kissed the top of Chloe’s head like any normal dad, and barely glanced at me. The neutrality of it made my stomach twist.We ended up in the living room. Chloe put on some random reality show and curled up on the exact spot where he’d fucked me the night before. I sat on the other end of the couch with my knees pulled up, trying not to look at the fabric.Elias sat in the armchair across from us, sc

Chloe left for her double shift just after eleven. The house went quiet in a way that felt deliberate. I was still in the kitchen finishing a cup of coffee when Elias came up behind me, took the mug out of my hand, and set it on the counter.“Upstairs,” he said. “Now.”We didn’t make it upstairs.He bent me over the arm of the living room couch, yanked my shorts down, and pushed into me in one deep thrust. No warm-up. Just the thick stretch of him and the low sound he made when he bottomed out. I gripped the cushion and pushed back to meet him. He fucked me slow at first, deep and controlled, one hand on the back of my neck.“Missed this,” he muttered. “One night and you were already unlocking the door again like a needy little thing.”I moaned into the fabric. He went harder, the wet sound of his cock driving into me filling the room. My legs were already shaking when the doorbell rang.We both froze.Elias didn’t pull out. Just stayed buried inside me, breathing hard against my back

Chloe came home a little after ten with a guy I’d never seen before.Tall, loud laugh, hand already on her lower back when they walked through the door. She introduced him as Nate. He said hey, eyes flicking over me once, then followed her straight upstairs to her room. The door shut. A second later the lock clicked.Elias and I were in the kitchen. We looked at each other. Neither of us said anything.Ten minutes later the sounds started.Not loud at first. Just the low creak of her bed frame. Then Chloe’s voice — soft, then sharper. A moan she tried to muffle. Nate’s deeper voice saying something we couldn’t make out. The rhythm of the bed picking up.I was leaning against the counter with a glass of water I wasn’t drinking. Elias stood on the other side of the island, jaw tight, eyes dark. Every new sound from upstairs made the air between us thicker.Chloe cried out once, clear enough that there was no mistaking what was happening. The bedframe started hitting the wall in a steady

I didn’t know my mom was coming until her car pulled into the driveway.Chloe and Nate had already left for the party. Elias and I were in the kitchen, the air still thick from everything we hadn’t finished upstairs. One second I was thinking about tonight — about him finally fucking me properly — and the next my mom was knocking on the front door like the universe had a sick sense of humor.Elias answered it.I watched from the hallway as they introduced themselves. My mom, late forties, still pretty in that put-together way she always was, hair done, lipstick perfect. She laughed at something he said. The sound of it made my stomach turn. Elias smiled back — the polite version, the one he used with strangers — but his eyes flicked to me over her shoulder for half a second.“I was in the area,” she told him. “Thought I’d surprise Riley. Hope that’s okay.”It wasn’t okay. Nothing about this was okay.We all sat in the living room for twenty minutes. My mom asked about Chloe, about sch

I didn’t come downstairs until almost noon.Chloe was on the couch in oversized sweats, scrolling her phone, leftover takeout containers on the coffee table. She looked up when I walked in and raised an eyebrow.“Damn. You look like shit.”“Didn’t sleep.”“Nate kept me up too,” she said, stretching. “He’s gone though. Had work.” She tilted her head. “You okay? You’ve been weird as hell the last couple days.”I poured coffee just to have something to do with my hands. “I’m fine.”She didn’t look convinced, but she let it drop. That was the thing about Chloe — she pushed once, then gave you space. I almost wished she wouldn’t.Elias’s car was in the driveway. I could feel him in the house the same way you feel a storm coming. Heavy. Quiet. Waiting.I lasted twenty minutes before I went looking for him.He was in his office with the door half open, sitting behind the desk like nothing had happened. Laptop open. Glasses on. The picture of a normal man in the middle of a normal day. When I